Autumn in School


The words
They rake my ears
Mind is leaves
of fiberglass
composition.

Krooch! Shriek!
Styrofoam dry
Little sounds
They smear 
My mind.

I go from here to there.
Dead leaves ever
Surround me in my
Mind fresh and clear
Smoke drifts from
A nearby chimney

I'd like to jump
From the wreckage
But my mind 
Is the only
Soul. 




-------------- Author's Notes --------------

This is a poem about math class in the fall when the 
writing on the chalkboard and the teacher's voice and 
the shuffling of paper were painfully loud. 



-------------- editors notes ----------------


this is from the now defunct message board  “ a window on my mind ”


it was under the heading autism so i assume the author
was autistic and seems male  .  .  .  the posting was anonymous.










 







i am the teflon girl... no one can stick with me.. 
they all fall away.. thier embraces don't take... 
i shrink beneath them and am gone.. 
i slide untouched through them all... i am alone

 unless

 his words should have slid
 like slick oil
 off the surface
 of my teflon heart
 instead they pierced it
 like three daggers
 crimson gold and blue
 and the ice inside
 that made me safe
 is melting
 bleeding across my chest
 over the swell of my stomach
 to pool at my feet
 and i will drown in it
 unless....

 and the words i spoke
 should not have been true
 they never were before
 so i never spoke them
 but my dusty voice
 crept out of it's box
 past creaking hinges
 and the words
 flew like swallows
 to alight on him
 and i will choke on them
 unless

 no

 for a moment
 he can stop the tide
 or still the hurting
 beating of the wings
 but
 when he goes
 (as he must go)
 i will fall
 i will break
 (he cannot stay)
 i will shatter
 (i will not cage him)
 and the birds will drive me down
 as i fall gasping
 into the pool of blood
 and hot salt tears
 inhale... and....

 i knew it would come

 he is worth it




                              teflon girl